"Each of us has their own style," he reminds her. "Moon does her thing, I do mine, Sorrow does hers... we all do what we do how we do it."
He slides off the counter and comes over to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"It's not that I don't care." Ruin's usual lackadaisical tone and expression fall away, leaving behind the man Cairan. The man Ruin was. "I do. The boy's in a right state. People loving him that he can't love back. It's not fair to anyone. Especially him. If pushing him, baiting him and drawing blood can help it along, then that's what I'll do.
"Because that's what I do. I don't get to be the Good Guy. The pretty, mad chick who laughs and comforts. Or the gorgeous, leggy blonde who doles out advice and hugs. I get to be the asshole. It's a role I play well, one I chose to take on."
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He slides off the counter and comes over to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"It's not that I don't care." Ruin's usual lackadaisical tone and expression fall away, leaving behind the man Cairan. The man Ruin was. "I do. The boy's in a right state. People loving him that he can't love back. It's not fair to anyone. Especially him. If pushing him, baiting him and drawing blood can help it along, then that's what I'll do.
"Because that's what I do. I don't get to be the Good Guy. The pretty, mad chick who laughs and comforts. Or the gorgeous, leggy blonde who doles out advice and hugs. I get to be the asshole. It's a role I play well, one I chose to take on."
Ruin makes no apologies.
Never has.
Never will.